It was a peculiar day I had today.
It started off like any other, but with an entirely different perspective, like the sky had somehow become the ground and I found that unnerving, but normal.
How peculiar
As the day continued I felt what it really was like to be a wallflower.
I had not seen the world like this before, through these different eyes and I realized how superficial we all are
the conversations, gestures, even the people we converse with, we are not truly ourselves
I felt the weight later
And then, It was suggested as fate
But I don't believe in that
One small gesture created an enormous memory
I wonder who you are, who you were who you are to become, I wonder all these things but your face is fading fast,
I wish I knew your name
I just wonder if you got my note
You just performed a single act of kindness
But it will never be simple to me now
I suppose on both sides we are "indecisive"